ONCE SECRET, TWICE TOLD
[A New Story From the autor of HELLO, MY NAME IS: DEATH Series - BuffyFaithfan1]
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Chapter Three: A House is Not a Home
ONE WEEK LATER…
Jessika had packed everything she would need, miscellaneous wise anyways. She wouldn’t pack her clothes until a día o two before they left because what if she needed to wear something she packed away? Then she would have to dig through everything just to find it. Jessika zipped the last bag and put it por the other one por the door. So far she only had two bags. For her clothes she would use the el espacio Bag that her parents got her from the TV infomercial and make them as small as she could and pack them in this giant suitcase she got from her Grandma Edna two springs hace and put the two bags into the suitcase so she only had to carry the suitcase itself.
Her mom was already gone and her dad was all business man-like and she didn’t really like it. But then again, her parents were always businessy. Jessika had texted a few of her friends and wondered if anyone would like to go, even publicado a post on Facebook, but she didn’t get a comentario on it o any text messages back saying they would go. If she did, it was to tell her no they can’t o no they don’t want to go. Finding this out, she had sighed.
‘All alone.’ She thought. ‘Heading back to the horrors all…alone.’
Laying down watching the rest of “RINGER”, her cell phone bleeped. She
opened the text message. It was from someone called NEVERfearIMhere from Facebook. She opened the text message, confused.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. tu never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika stared at the screen confused and realized that she had accepted a friend request with this exact name a week hace today when she put the post online. She always accepted, even if it were role-players pretending to be book/movie/TV characters. Sometimes, even dead people. She always expected them because she didn’t want to look mean. She wasn’t that type of girl. She knew she would probably never meet this person o talk to them so she just accepted to make her friend count happy and the requester happy.
But this…how did they get her number? She read the message again realizing she never publicado her number on facebook like some people did. She didn’t want this exact thing to happen. She read it a few más times and realized two things.
1.) N.F.I.H. was talking about her horror-filled night in the attic three years ago
2.) N.F.I.H. was doing what she had just finished lectura about a mes ago.
A mes ago, Jessika had finished Sara Shepards “Pretty Little Liars” novels
where four pretty girls got text message kind of like this. But why would someone who didn’t even know Jessika want to pull an A? She didn’t know them, afterall.
Or did she?
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ONE WEEK LATER…
A week had gone por since Jessika received that text message. She went to her facebook perfil and looked up NEVERfearIMhere’s perfil and couldn’t figure out who it was. All it had were pictures of TV mostrar promotional posters, cast photos, and other randomness. Out of all the 155 photos, there was no sign of telling who NEVERfearIMhere was. So, seeing how Jessika never got any más messages from him/her/it/whatever, she plopped down at her escritorio and looked at the blank screen. She had opened a new Microsoft Word document but couldn’t pull herself to the present to create anything new o write anything misceláneo just to fill time.
And just as she started thinking of something to create on the blank document, her cell phone dinged. She clicked the SLEEP button again to wake her BlackBerry Torch 4G up and found that it was still opened to the message from NFIH.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. tu never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika then put the phone aside, ignoring the new text message she had just received, and minimized the document to reveal her desktop. She double clicked on a file that read “My Pixx!” and began to surf through them for a certain picture. Once she found it, she opened it up to see a house that was made of bricks on the outside. It had a small chimney duct that ran at the south side of the house and had windows all over. A big glass sliding door stood on the patio and oscilación hung from the over-hang roof. There Jessika sat, on the swing, while her cousins sat at the picnic mesa, tabla in front of Jessika.
Jessika sighed.
“This house is never going to be my home.” Jessika dicho to herself out loud and heard her phone ding again. This time, Jessika opened up the newest message before the first one she ignored.
Don’t ignore me. You’ll be sorry. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika scrolled down to the anterior message she ignored and read:
Your new inicial will be full of good memories and good times, from the past and the ones yet to come. Try not to get too attached. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika gasped and looked back up at the picture on her computer. Far off in the right hand corner, for the first time ever, she saw a shadow. The shadow didn’t belong to anyone in the picture, not even from the trees, plants, o anything else behind the camera’s view.
The shadow took the shape of a man.
[A New Story From the autor of HELLO, MY NAME IS: DEATH Series - BuffyFaithfan1]
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Chapter Three: A House is Not a Home
ONE WEEK LATER…
Jessika had packed everything she would need, miscellaneous wise anyways. She wouldn’t pack her clothes until a día o two before they left because what if she needed to wear something she packed away? Then she would have to dig through everything just to find it. Jessika zipped the last bag and put it por the other one por the door. So far she only had two bags. For her clothes she would use the el espacio Bag that her parents got her from the TV infomercial and make them as small as she could and pack them in this giant suitcase she got from her Grandma Edna two springs hace and put the two bags into the suitcase so she only had to carry the suitcase itself.
Her mom was already gone and her dad was all business man-like and she didn’t really like it. But then again, her parents were always businessy. Jessika had texted a few of her friends and wondered if anyone would like to go, even publicado a post on Facebook, but she didn’t get a comentario on it o any text messages back saying they would go. If she did, it was to tell her no they can’t o no they don’t want to go. Finding this out, she had sighed.
‘All alone.’ She thought. ‘Heading back to the horrors all…alone.’
Laying down watching the rest of “RINGER”, her cell phone bleeped. She
opened the text message. It was from someone called NEVERfearIMhere from Facebook. She opened the text message, confused.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. tu never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika stared at the screen confused and realized that she had accepted a friend request with this exact name a week hace today when she put the post online. She always accepted, even if it were role-players pretending to be book/movie/TV characters. Sometimes, even dead people. She always expected them because she didn’t want to look mean. She wasn’t that type of girl. She knew she would probably never meet this person o talk to them so she just accepted to make her friend count happy and the requester happy.
But this…how did they get her number? She read the message again realizing she never publicado her number on facebook like some people did. She didn’t want this exact thing to happen. She read it a few más times and realized two things.
1.) N.F.I.H. was talking about her horror-filled night in the attic three years ago
2.) N.F.I.H. was doing what she had just finished lectura about a mes ago.
A mes ago, Jessika had finished Sara Shepards “Pretty Little Liars” novels
where four pretty girls got text message kind of like this. But why would someone who didn’t even know Jessika want to pull an A? She didn’t know them, afterall.
Or did she?
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ONE WEEK LATER…
A week had gone por since Jessika received that text message. She went to her facebook perfil and looked up NEVERfearIMhere’s perfil and couldn’t figure out who it was. All it had were pictures of TV mostrar promotional posters, cast photos, and other randomness. Out of all the 155 photos, there was no sign of telling who NEVERfearIMhere was. So, seeing how Jessika never got any más messages from him/her/it/whatever, she plopped down at her escritorio and looked at the blank screen. She had opened a new Microsoft Word document but couldn’t pull herself to the present to create anything new o write anything misceláneo just to fill time.
And just as she started thinking of something to create on the blank document, her cell phone dinged. She clicked the SLEEP button again to wake her BlackBerry Torch 4G up and found that it was still opened to the message from NFIH.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. tu never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika then put the phone aside, ignoring the new text message she had just received, and minimized the document to reveal her desktop. She double clicked on a file that read “My Pixx!” and began to surf through them for a certain picture. Once she found it, she opened it up to see a house that was made of bricks on the outside. It had a small chimney duct that ran at the south side of the house and had windows all over. A big glass sliding door stood on the patio and oscilación hung from the over-hang roof. There Jessika sat, on the swing, while her cousins sat at the picnic mesa, tabla in front of Jessika.
Jessika sighed.
“This house is never going to be my home.” Jessika dicho to herself out loud and heard her phone ding again. This time, Jessika opened up the newest message before the first one she ignored.
Don’t ignore me. You’ll be sorry. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika scrolled down to the anterior message she ignored and read:
Your new inicial will be full of good memories and good times, from the past and the ones yet to come. Try not to get too attached. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika gasped and looked back up at the picture on her computer. Far off in the right hand corner, for the first time ever, she saw a shadow. The shadow didn’t belong to anyone in the picture, not even from the trees, plants, o anything else behind the camera’s view.
The shadow took the shape of a man.
When she walked into the dull room i did not notice at first. But suddenly a gush of wind blew her sweet and beutiful scent tingling down my throat. Never had i felt such pain and anguish yet the thrill of a new adventure. She clumsily walked over to the asiento opposite me and offered a big smile. This was when i could have killed her, this innocent girl looking at me through the locks of her deep brown hair. Her eyes looked deeply and yet shallowly into mine. This was the moment when i knew i could not ravish her. This was the moment i started to fall in love. The mystery of Love.
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im in the devils playground
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
consider me warned i have been scorn to breach a life i envisioned for us
i will not mourn anymore. my corazón conflicting a war a rage inside i cant deny what tu have taken from me im in a blissful state of insanity i will not wake on my own i have lost all my rights to humanity i am so torn.walking away as tu did i wasnt your equal i felt like a kid i wanted to die right there lay down my tears no longer did i care how could tu leave did tu not feel the pull.another of my delusions i am such a fool.why couldnt i be enough.i will always amor you
i will not mourn anymore. my corazón conflicting a war a rage inside i cant deny what tu have taken from me im in a blissful state of insanity i will not wake on my own i have lost all my rights to humanity i am so torn.walking away as tu did i wasnt your equal i felt like a kid i wanted to die right there lay down my tears no longer did i care how could tu leave did tu not feel the pull.another of my delusions i am such a fool.why couldnt i be enough.i will always amor you
My favorito! scene in new moon is the breakup. Now, before tu say I'm not a TRUE twilight fan, think about it. If Edward didn't leave, Jacob would cease to exist(metaphorically speaking, of course). Then, Bella would be staying human. No Renesmee, no wedding, and no Jacob Black. tu might be thinking,well, Edward would change her sooner o later, right? Wrong. I hope I'm not spoiling anything, but remember in eclipse when Edward dicho he got over his taste for her blood? Do tu remember why? If he didn't leave, he would be too afraid to try. New moon is all about the breakup, and Jacob edging his way into Bella's life. Yep, I'm talking to you, Team Jacob. If tu really like Jacob, tu see things like me.
Edward Cullen (born Edward Anthony Masen) was born on June 20, 1901 in Chicago, Illinois, and is frozen in his 17-year-old body. While dying of the Spanish influenza, he was changed into a vampire por Dr. Carlisle Cullen after Edward's mother, Elizabeth, begged him to save Edward as her dying wish. Edward only drinks animal blood and has the special ability to read minds, with the exception of Bella Swan's. He falls in amor with Bella soon after she arrives in Forks. Edward knows that he could kill Bella easily, a fact that torments him so much that, in the book New Moon, he decides to leave Forks with his family so they won't be able to hurt her. He returns, however, because he realizes he cannot live without her. Edward marries Bella in Breaking Dawn and they have a child, Renesmee.